Letting out a choppy groan, Connor followed me into a land of nirvana, his erection pulsing inside of me as he found his own release. I went lightheaded at the feeling, my vision whiting out for a second as my heart raced. It was the most powerful release I’d ever experienced.
When the moment passed, I struggled to catch my breath, the fog clearing from my mind. It wasn’t an enjoyable return to reality. Immediately, I felt all of my doubts returning.
Connor was still buried deep inside of me, his big hands gripping my hips, and it felt surreal as I thought about the fact that I was just sitting in his office yesterday, going over his daily itinerary like we always did with no clue that I would be in this position just a day later.
How had I let this happen so easily?
But I knew the answer to that. I had been dancing around this carnal attraction for way too long, and something was bound to give when we found ourselves alone with a bottle of bourbon. I couldn’t even pretend that I didn’t know this was going to happen. After all, I’d agreed to play strip poker with the man. I had really thought that sex with him would somehow fix the problem of my inappropriate yearning for him. Like an itch that needed to be scratched. It was a relief, and it fixed the problem, allowing you to move on with your life. End of story.
I already knew that wasn’t the case here.
If anything, I had just made things worse by sleeping with him. Because as I looked down into his handsome face, I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be. Which was insane. The truth was that this was probably a huge mistake. It would change everything between us.
Oh God, what was I thinking?
Tensing, I moved off of Connor, gathering the top blanket and covering myself, suddenly more reserved. The reality of the situation made me feel more sober and far more modest.
“Lay down,” Connor said sleepily, rolling onto his side and patting the bed beside him. Apparently, he didn’t share my sudden feeling of shyness.
I brushed my hair out of my face and rested my forehead in my hand. This was going to get awkward fast, and we were still stuck here for who knew how long.
“We need to talk about what just happened,” I said, turning to look at him and finding myself shocked at the peaceful, unconcerned expression he was wearing. Did he not realize what a big deal this was?
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he said, reaching out and pulling me closer to him. “Let’s just get some rest for now.”
I didn’t resist as he moved me into position, laying at his side with the blanket draped over us. I was too unsettled by the thought of going back to work after what just happened to protest as he tucked my head into his shoulder, and put his arms around me.
“But—”
“Shhh,” he cut me off, running his fingers through his hair. “Just relax and go to sleep. Neither of us is going anywhere. We can talk in the morning.”
I thought about arguing with him, but I couldn’t fault his logic. There was still plenty of time to work out where we would go from here. I might as well just try to enjoy the delicious ache between my legs that came from being thoroughly pleasured. As I relaxed into Connor’s arms, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. It had been a hell of a day, and I was suddenly exhausted.
For once, I didn’t have sexual frustration keeping me awake late into the night. So, I let out a big yawn and allowed myself to do as Connor said and get some sleep.
* * *
I awoke with a start, a small moment of panic gripping me as I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar place. Then, everything came rushing back. The trip to Colorado. The snowstorm. Strip poker and hot sex.
My stomach flip-flopped as I remembered what I’d done.
Then, Connor’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. I was laying on my side, my back facing him, but I had a feeling he was still asleep, based on his heavy breathing against my neck.
Good, that would give me a chance to get dressed before he woke up. Last night’s slight moment of modesty had turned into a full-blown determination not to be naked with this man in the light of day, because if he looked at me with the same heat in his eyes as last night, my returning determination to keep distance between us would fly right out the window, along with my sanity.
Slowly and carefully, I moved Connor’s arm off me and started to swing my legs out of the bed without jostling him too much. I’d barely moved when he shifted in his sleep, his hips and legs moving toward me while his torso twisted the other way. I held my breath until I felt his morning erection, long and hard, brush against my bare ass.
Gasping, I felt a blast of heat deep in my core and knew that I needed to put distance between usnow, before I lost control and woke him up with a blowjob. Forgetting about being slow and careful, I whipped back the blankets and got out of the bed in a rush, fighting my primal urges.
When I looked back at the bed, Connor was still fast asleep, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Pausing for a moment, I studied his features. He was a handsome man but in this moment, he was the most attractive I’d ever seen him. There was something almost vulnerable about him with his face completely relaxed in sleep. It made him look younger.
Having no choice since I didn’t have a change of clothes, I put my panties back on, then my jeans before heading toward the front door. I pulled it open to see the damage from the storm, only to let out a small cry of surprise as I was greeted by a huge pile of snow that had gathered against the entire front of the cabin.
And it wasstillcoming down!
“You’ve got to kidding me,” I said out loud, and Connor stirred on the bed.
I watched him, my hand still on the doorknob of the open door, as he rolled over and opened his eyes, blinking in confusion for a few seconds before sitting up and stretching with his arms over his head. The blankets fell to his waist, leaving his distracting, naked torso on display. His hair was a disheveled mess around his head and a light stubble darkened his jaw, which only added to his masculine appeal.